You are the crisp, morning air. You are the familiar, afternoon breath. You are the soft, evening wind. You are seconds, minutes, and hours. You are days, weeks, and months. You are seasons unlike seasons past. You are timeless.

You are Southern. You are grace. You are comfort. You are straight lines. You are lovely curves. You are all the hues. You are the ensorceling snowfall.

You are small. You are vast. You are simple. You are poetry. You are music. You are art. You are perfect.

You are warm brownies. You are black coffee. You are Mama’s cookin’. You are sweet tea. You are a rare steak. You are an aged wine. You are pure.

You are football with the guys. You are shopping with the girls. You are laying out with a good book. You are cuddling inside near a warm fire. You are stargazing quietly by yourself. You are singing along loudly with everyone else. You are the biggest, little moments.

You are a nurturer. You are a healer. You are a blessing.

Birmingham, you are beautiful.

First time playing PapiJump in a few months. Still got it.

Finally. As I’ve previously discussed before (see 1 and 2), this dispute really got under my skin. Correction: AT&T’s argument really got under my skin. I’m glad to see the whole issue is done and over with.

Miley Cyrus, “Party In The U.S.A.”

Don’t judge me. (via)

I’ve been consistently helping provide end-user testing and feature feedback for this Mac OS X archive utility, keka, since it was in its alpha stages. First time my name has ever been mentioned/credited in a program!

And on that note, Happy Turducken Day! May you be full today and ungrateful again tomorrow. (:

Here’s a sure-fire way to go from zero to hospitalized in no time flat: drink every time you see Wilt Chamberlain’s name on this list.

My friends, Josh and Rachel, throw the best seasonal get-togethers. This is from our Thanksgiving on Monday.